Orangesdo not grow in the seaneither is there love in Sevilla.
You in Dark and the I the sun that's hot, loan me your parasol.
I'll wear my jealous reflection,juice of lemon and lime-and your words,your sinful little words-will swim around awhile.
Oranges do not grow in the sea,
Ay, love!
And there is no love in Sevilla!
